Binding Wounds

 

I don’t have words of healing, no balm to soothe your wounds.

No binding agent a strong enough seal to stop the poison getting loose.

No tincture that I know can cure, no herb can numb the pain,

no antiseptic pure enough to clean away the stain.

All I have to give, is to agree: this world is cruel,

And hope that if feeling your loss will not soothe,

It will give you courage to grieve through one more day.

To know, though the worst will never leave, my love will also stay.